Yes! KT thought. It must be the regular world, back again! Why else would Mom bother coming in to talk to me? “About last night . . . ,” Mom said, sitting down on the edge of KT’s bed. “Yes?” KT said, springing up eagerly. This must be the way yesterday was supposed to go. All that weirdo-world stuff must have been a dream. Mom was going to say, We were so proud of you at the Rysdale Invitational, or maybe, We’ve already heard from the first scout from a top-tier high school club team, or maybe . . . “Dad and I were talking after you went to bed,” Mom continued. “We really need you to be more supportive of Max.” “What?” KT exclaimed. Behind Mom, KT could see the blank space on her wall where the Olympic softball pictures were supposed to be. Pretending to stretch, she craned her neck and looked at the bulletin board over her bed. It held report cards, not softball goals. KT sank back into her pillows. “You heard me,” Mom said grimly. “Though you may not realize it, Max looks up to you.
